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'the draining lake' arnaldur indriðason

my darlings

the happiness of life is made up of minute fractions-the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling.

samuel taylor coleridge

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas, they've gone through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

emily brontë

human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.